She was still furious after her trip to London, and wanted nothing more than to strangle the life out of the man who had caused her brother to become a demon spawn. She'd made inquiries and acquired a certain address, brought Tilly along to serve as a chaperone, and didn't seem to care at all how "proper" this was. She found the door she was searching for and knocked loudly enough, but not forcefully.

Then she took a step back. In her left hand was the crumpled paper, smoothed out mostly by now but clearly damaged from temper, folded into a not so neat package. Her eyes were filled with palpable rage as she stared at the door and willed the blackguard to come out and face the woman who he didn't even know. How could a man write such fiilth?

She knocked again with rapid knocks, tilting her head determinedly, knowing she would be annoying but that was the point. Rap-rap-rap. Rap-rap-rap. Rap-rap-rap-rapraprapraprap.